Wild Mountain Tim
No longer performed, but Tom has hopes!
Oh, the dog, she is a'comin',
And she's barking like a banshee,
And her master understands
Every word ARFed by that collie.
"Where's he now, Lassie, where?"
And we'll all go together, to pull Timmy from the well.
Oh, that lad's always in trouble! He's trapped, he tripped, he fell.
Oh, the Earth, she starts to tremble,
While Timmy's off a'cavin'.
Well, the landslide sealed him up again
And that boy, he needs a'savin'.
Will you go, Lassie, go?
Now Timmy's old and gray now,
And he's fallen off his rocker,
Poor Lassie leaves him lying there --
Timmy's troubles fail to shock her.
Rest your bones, Lassie, stay.
"Good girl!" they say when Lassie
Rescues Tim from wells and ditches,
But they always use boy dogs to film
'Cause those girl dogs can be -- vicious.
Keep it cool, Lassie, boy.
Lyrics by Tom Knapp, tune traditional.
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